A Sunday Project

100 Days | 07

Stitching: Cutting out Peppermint Belle shirt pieces at the kitchen table. Later, attending to Stockholm tank quandary – unpick, have another go.

Today’s project felt good. A Sunday morning with the radio on and a sewing project to play with. Sun streaming in. My little rodent pin cushion stands to attention, eager to assist.

The Grundys are still complaining about something or other on The Archers and Mick’s downstairs in the cellar sawing wood for the fire. All that’s missing is Rusty sitting on top of whatever I’ve just laid out. (Why do cats do that? I miss Rusty out here.) Later the radio will turn to Tom Robinson Now Playing and coffee has become wine, and I’m still cutting out, lovely and slow. Just for the sake of it. Time is lost, and that’s really, really good.

This is back to the old days when I really just had Sunday mornings to sew. The play was about curiosity, learning, delight and escape. Maybe realising I’d been forgetting some of the first-and-foremost reasons I like to do this, today’s project was not about solving problems or inventing magic, it was just about a good pattern shape and a calm, quiet black linen, and making something that will totally feed in to my favourite wardrobe uniform shapes.

It’s not always necessary to break the mould but I seem to have forgotten that. So today I am grateful for reconnecting with calm, quiet, comforting practice.

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Not breaking the mould.